Two Ghost's are trapped to the artifact that killed them.
Excerpt
"Easy does it mate! This ain't rugby? I'll have your job if anything is damaged." He scolded at the guard. This made the guard uneasy as he tried to get the key in the lock. [Click] the lock popped open and the guard let out a sigh of relief. Garrison's eyes widened with anticipation as he slowly lifted the steel lid. He gasped in total elation at the site of the prized artifact from Pompeii. The Roman dagger, perfectly preserved, was in remarkable condition. The blade shined and glistened silver steel, the handle wrapped in black leather, and the guard and pommel made out of smooth lacquered wood. The blade looked as if it never seen action, it looked as if the craftsman just finished his final touches. Garrison gazed at the magnificent specimen of Roman warfare. Tears swelled and he started to cry just a little, "I have waited most of my living days to see such beauty." With a careful repositioning of the box he reached his hand inside and gently grabbed a hold of the leather handle. As he caressed the handle with a crazed look in his eye an unexplainable energy passed through the grip of his fingers as he clinched the handle tighter releasing the dagger from its enclosed resting place. Garrison, unaware, could not see the energy in the form of vapor hovering over him and the guard.
"Finally!" Macula shouted as she stretched her ghostly arms straight out. Rulla stretched her ghostly arms as well, but said nothing. She was still angry at Macula for getting her in this situation to begin with.
Below them Garrison waved the dagger, admiring the flight of the blade as it cut through the air.
"I wonder where we are?" Macula looked towards Rulla. "This is like no place I have ever seen." Rulla looked around her and saw the obsessed Garrison below. "What is wrong with that guy?" She studied the confines of the warehouse. She noticed an open door and made a break for it. Rushing though the air like a mighty wind gust she made her way towards the opening. Her force was suddenly stopped as if she hit a solid wall.
"AHHHHH!" she shouted in frustration. "Idiot!"
"Nice try," Macula curled her lips. "I don't think there is any escape. We are cursed to the dagger that killed us."
The Fight Begins!
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